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Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [117/157] (MF+, bond, control) {Crimson Dragon}
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Author's Shortened Preface:
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In the interests of reducing bandwidth the full preface is now 
available at:

http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Crimson_Dragon/www

I would encourage you to read it at least once. If you ignore
the full preface and end up offended, you have nobody to blame but
yourself. Caveat emptor. The really important bits:

This is a work of erotic fiction. As such there may be scenes with
nudity, sex, and even questionable non-consensual bondage. If you
are a minor, or you are irresponsible at any age, you shouldn't be
reading this -- find somewhere else to play. I won't be offended.
If you are looking for a quick stroke story, this probably isn't
it. For a piece of writing of 157 chapters, there is remarkably
little sex. You've been warned. Twice.

This is an original work, copyrighted by the author, Crimson Dragon.
Please do not use it as if it were your own. Enjoy the writing, but
do not archive or sell it in any manner without my written
permission. I'm easy to contact if you wish to redistribute my
words.

Lastly, I thoroughly enjoy hearing from people reading any of my
stories. Feel free to contact me with raves, rants, encouragement or
dissertation (note the lack of invitation for spam). I do try to
reply to all who are kind enough to drop me a note.

Now, if you are still with me, onto the story,
 - Crimson
   (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Crimson_Dragon/www

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Dawn of Time - Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

Chapter 117

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(C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved

Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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Sunlight kissed her face, and it was a moment before she recognised
her surroundings. With a light groan, she forced her eyes open to
greet the sunlight filtering between the drawn drapes. Must have
overslept, she thought. Then the memory of a voice calling out in
the dimness: "Oh, God. Oh, God. Dawn. Oh, God."

Dawn roused herself, her eyes adjusting to the small hotel room.
Beside her, Linda slept on her stomach, her arms tucked under her
cheek. Linda's brown hair cascaded across her bare back, and her
body disappeared under the sheets, only the curve of her lower back
visible in the reflected sunlight.

"Oh, God. Dawn. Oh, God."

She sensed that the phrase was important, beyond how it made her
feel. She pushed the blankets from her skin, and watched as Linda
continued to sleep.

Troubled, she swung her bare legs from the bed, and fought down her
desire to wake the slumbering girl beside her. Her thoughts
inexplicably turned to John, twisting. A flush kissed her face.

Had it been justified, what had happened between John and her?

She shivered. He'd nearly raped her. It seemed so long ago, before
all this had descended on her, giving her more responsibility than
she ever wanted. Linda depended on her for her very life.

Dawn pulled her hands from her face, unsure of when she'd raised
them. Guilt flooded her. She'd been with Linda. Sexually. Close.
And it still flooded her senses -- her scent, her soft touch, her
lips. John flitted into the background, and Dawn reached out to
touch Linda's bare shoulder. She wanted her. Wanted her as she'd
never wanted John.

Her breasts tingled and her clitoris pulsed as she pulled her hand
back before her fingers could rouse Linda.

A tear traced down Dawn's cheek, but she pushed herself to stand
beside the bed. Linda turned over in her sleep, mumbling. Dawn stood
until the other girl had settled again, her soft breathing filling
the room.

Silently, Dawn padded barefoot from the room, only pausing for a
moment before leaving her crumpled jeans and sweatshirt on the
floor. Quietly and naked, she closed the door and crossed the living
room.

                         <---===***===--->

She couldn't control it, didn't even try. The scream of shock, and
surprise echoed through the small hotel bathroom as the spray of
water soaked her bare skin.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," she whispered as she forced herself
to remain under the cold spray. The repeated word had lost all sense
of meaning for her. She glanced at the handles below. Only the blue
tap was twisted, but she needed this. Needed it before she did
something that she'd regret.

Her thoughts turned briefly to Linda, where the girl presumably
still slept peacefully.

Naked. In the bed that they'd shared. Naked.

Dawn shivered, and tried to control the chattering of her teeth.

When at last she allowed herself to step from the frigid spray, her
lips were blue, and her body shivered uncontrollably.

Idly, she wondered what it might feel like if she were forced to
take a cold shower. In front of him.

She willed the images away, but not before her body reacted with a
groan. Almost in tears, she forced herself back beneath the stinging
shower until her shaking was worse than the heat still smouldering
between her legs.

                         <---===***===--->

Her hair dripped across her shoulders as she pulled the hotel
supplied white robe over her nakedness. She slipped Linda's comb
through her hair one last time, grimacing as it pulled at one final
stubborn knot.

As she exited the bathroom, she stopped, glancing right and then
left. One direction led to the sleeping naked girl. The other, to
the frozen world. She could leave, leave Linda to her own devices,
free and obligation free. Linda was married, to the guy frozen
outside of the door. Wasn't she? And Dawn? Wasn't she straight?

Up until last night, Dawn had thought so.

Freedom, or freedom?

In the end, she wasn't sure what made her decision. But, at least a
part of it was a sense of responsibility. She'd freed the girl, and
as such, she was her responsibility. She couldn't leave Linda here.
Not by herself. Alone, and possibly frightened, but mostly alone.

Dawn turned left, and padded back towards the bedroom.

                         <---===***===--->

"I'm hungry," Linda said simply, as Dawn slipped back into the
bedroom. Dawn paused, bending to retrieve her clothing.

Linda smiled, and flipped her hair back and out of her face. She
sat, unabashed, her breasts bare and exposed above the covers, but
her legs buried beneath.

Dawn straightened, leaving her clothes where they lay crumpled at
her bare feet.

"Good morning," Dawn said. Her lips found a smile without any
urging. Linda swung herself out of bed, and stood easily, without
any apparent shame. Dawn shivered, the cold from the shower still
infusing her a little.

Linda walked up to Dawn, reached up on her tiptoes, and kissed Dawn
on the cheek. "Good morning," she whispered. Then as the kiss
registered, she added, "You're cold."

Dawn stepped back. The kiss ignited her nipples and her clitoris
again, and she stifled a small moan. "I took a cold shower."

Linda nodded, as if that made all the sense in the world. Perhaps
it did.

After a moment, Dawn said, "Any idea where we can scrounge
breakfast?"

Linda placed her hands on her hips, and an expression of
concentration flowed across her features.

"He got a room service cart from somewhere."

Dawn nodded, remembering the cart in the front foyer.

"But it's probably not much good now," Linda continued. "We can look
for another, I suppose."

Dawn followed Linda from the room. Linda's bare feet whispered over
the carpet until she reached the front door. She hesitated there,
glancing back towards the bedroom.

"Why don't you get dressed?" she said to Dawn.

Dawn looked down, and realised that all she wore was the robe. She
shrugged. "Will anyone see us?"

Linda laughed. "I doubt it. I don't have much choice, though."

"You could wear the robe," Dawn said. Her fingers began to release
the belt.

A worried expression flowed over Linda's face. She spoke slowly.

"I. I trust you, Dawn. I really do. But if he comes back and finds
me ... anything other than naked. I don't think you can save me. And
I can't go through that again. I can't."

Dawn nodded slowly. She could sense him -- he was far away,
somewhere to the north, and judging by the spin of his tennis ball,
he was relaxed, probably sleeping. Dawn took a deep breath. Her
breasts were nearly in fits even thinking about it. She closed her
eyes, and dropped the robe. It slid down her bare skin until it
pooled around her ankles.

"Let's go," she whispered.

Linda cast her a quizzical glance, but then slipped between the
small gap in the door, out past Mark, and down the hallway. After a
second, when her mind was unable to convince her body otherwise,
Dawn followed, shivering as her bare nipples rubbed gently at the
door as she passed. A small moan escaped her, as desire began to
seep back into her being.

It was going to be a long, long day.

                         <---===***===--->

Somewhere on the eighth floor, Linda cried out in triumph, and ran
ahead towards a figure in the middle of the hallway. As Dawn caught
up at a more sedate pace, she saw that the figure was a bellboy, or
rather a bell girl, dressed in red, and pushing a cart with a large
shiny cover.

Linda stood on one side of the cart, her fingers extended and hooked
around the handle of the tray. It didn't budge, as frozen as the
girl pushing the cart.

"It's cold," Linda said quietly. She pulled her fingers away.
"Dead."

Dawn shivered, memories of touching people in her initial panic in
the school flowing through her. Dead. All dead.

"Stand back," Dawn whispered, and Linda did so, prancing away from
the cart and the girl.

"You aren't going to wake her, are you?" Linda asked. Her arm stole
to cover her exposed breasts, and she began to turn her nudity
towards the hallway wall.

"I doubt very much if I could," Dawn said. What she didn't add was
an admission that she wasn't sure that she could even free the
inanimate objects on the cart. She could feel the sexuality blossom
in her as she began to push her time bubble to encase the cart, or
failing that, to enclose the tray of food. Standing nude in the
middle of this hotel hallway, didn't help. She groaned, as her
nipples and clitoris cried out for a touch. She willed her hands to
her side.

But the release of last night -- the sweet release -- seemed to
still have residual effect, as the bubble enclosed over the tray.
In a daze, she reached forward and picked up the tray. As soon as
she touched it, the bubble remained without conscious thought, and
though the results raced through her nerves, she smiled.

"Breakfast," she whispered.

Linda managed to grab the tray before Dawn fell to her knees,
breathing heavily and crying.

                         <---===***===--->

The tray sat between them, a mound of fresh fruit and cream,
tickling Dawn's senses. Linda sat cross-legged, her back leaning
easily against the wall. The bell girl stared down the hallway in
the opposite direction.

Linda patted her tummy, and smiled. "I recommend the fruit tray,"
she said with a laugh. She settled back, resting.

Dawn grinned, and popped a last piece of cantaloupe into her mouth
and chewed at the sweetness. The flashes of sexuality had fallen
back to acceptable levels. She no longer dreamed of ravishing Linda
- -- at least nothing that she couldn't handle.

"Glad you liked it."

"Why is freeing things so hard for you?" Linda asked quietly. "I
thought you were going to die back there."

Dawn sighed, and closed her eyes. "It's hard to explain."

"Does it hurt?"

Dawn laughed. "Not really -- it's more like -- it's embarrassing."

"Embarrassing?"

Dawn nodded mutely. Linda leaned forward, her elbows resting on her
knees.

"Dawn, I've been stripped naked, and forced to have sex with other
girls -- no offence -- but I'm not really lesbian. I've been tied
up, my nipples clamped, my tits connected to my ankles and whipped.
I've been made to beg, naked, and alone. And you're embarrassed?"

Dawn shook her head. "I'm sorry about all that."

"Are you sorry about last night?"

Dawn looked down. Her own legs were crossed in front of her, and she
could faintly smell her arousal, intermixed with the scent of
strawberries and cream. It wasn't a noxious scent, quite the
opposite. She was clean, and at the moment, only mildly aroused.

"A little, Linda."

Linda was quiet for a moment, and when Dawn looked up, Linda seemed
to be crying.

"I'm alone here," Linda said. "Mark isn't here, and I've known him
all my life. He's always taken care of me. I've never known anyone
else but him. And he's wonderful. I'm embarrassed about what we did
last night, too, but I wouldn't change it. I'd do it again, too, if
you wanted. I think you saved me, and you tried -- to save Mark,
too."

Dawn was quiet for a moment. When she spoke, her voice was barely
above a whisper.

"When I free things, my body squeezes."

"Squeezes?"

"I don't know how to explain it. I -- get horny -- aroused. It
hurts, I need sex so badly. I try to fight it, but then things like
last night happen." Dawn paused. "Actually, that's the only time it
happened. Usually, I just ..."

Linda nodded as if she understood. "Why can't you free her?" She
nodded towards the girl dressed in red, standing oblivious above the
seated girls.

"People are harder. It hurts more. It squeezes more."

"Oh," Linda said. After a moment, she spoke to the floor at her
feet. "We can do it again, if it will help you. I don't mind."

Dawn sighed. At the mention of repeating last night, her breasts and
between her legs sang out in affirmation. She willed away the
sensations.

"I can't," Dawn said. "Last night was ... different."

"I liked last night. I know I won't remember it when all is said and
done, but I liked last night."

Dawn pushed herself to her feet. As Linda reached up to grasp her
fingers lightly to pull her own body up, the touch ignited more
passions in Dawn, and she groaned without being able to stop it.

(Oh, yes. I liked last night, too.)

Without thought she bent to kiss Linda. When their lips met, arousal
exploded within Dawn, and another moan escaped. Her body bade her
follow, but she forced herself back as the kiss broke.

Joining hands, the girls began to return to the honeymoon suite, two
floors above. Behind them, the fruit tray jumped instantaneously
from the floor, back onto the tray in front of the bell girl. As it
did so, Dawn tightened her grasp on Linda's fingers. With a smile,
Linda tightened her own grip.


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